...Room description ...

The room is large and hexagonal in shape ... a trifle damp... musky... almost dark... illuminated only by soft yellow shaded lamps and candlelights....one on each table... several mounted on floor pedestals... in the corners... everywhere there are .... dark oaken tables... well worn... tables that have clearly heard and seen many things... yet spoken of none...and the torches... eight...one in each wall... two by the center stage ... burning...flickering... letting a soft smoke... linger in the room... the heat absorbed by the thick dark red... brick walls... soundproof... impenetrable...

Moving one's eyes along the wall over the whip rack... the wall chains... On one wall...an Andreas cross .... leather covered black.....to the left of the cross is the rack ... made of wood darkened by its age ......

Looking up one sees...the hoists...ready for use ...well oiled..... the light reflecting in the leather stools and couches...some overstuffed large chairs...two ... no ... three sofas ... the sofas are reserved for the subs ... one lingering close to the shadows ... for those who wish to watch but not participate...the sofas are safe havens for subs...always and allways©...the many pillows in classic colors... black satin... dark blue lace.... red velvet... scattered around the floor...

Near the tables... in the back wall... a fire... sparkling welcome in the ancient fireplace made of stones from Avalon, casting its flames ... creating long shadows on the walls, the sparkles enlighten the almost dark room...in front of the fireplace there are soft cosy thick rugs of bearskin....the fragrance of fresh wildroses....magical herbs and burning wood filling the air...

In the middle of the room... three wooden steps... small steps... that lead to the small raised stage... the place of pain and passion... of BD/SM... where a single beam of light ... cascades down... focusing on the scene within... bathing the stage in an opalic crescendo...

In the back of the room ... where the light from the fire can't reach...two large oaken closets can be seen through the dimness...in them one might find anything the mind can desire for a scene...a pair of silvery chains hang down from the ceiling... underneath a wooden bench padded with black leather...a cross attached to the wall ... the fire sparkles up ..enlightening for a moment ...highlighting a glimpse of steel in the opposite darkest corner of the room....

Beside the door the bar is located ... the long counter almost along the entire wall...sometimes hosted by a bartender ... sometimes by subs ... sometimes not at all ... the coffee is usually fresh and in the fridge dwells various fluids...behind the bar hangs a sign which reads:

Make sure not to consume alcoholic beverages if Y/you intend to participate in a scene ... Alcohol and BD/SM is not a good combination...
At the end of the bar is a jukebox stocked with an endless variety of classic discs for the proper mood setting in a scene ... or just to provide a backdrop for conversation ..... at the far end of the bar is a large room that holds a billiards table ... though perhaps its green felt has seen more than wooden cues and ivory balls in its day ...

Opposite, on the other side from the bar, across the room, the decadently large black hot tub has been installed, behind it a closet with towels, fluffy and warm waiting to encircle wet bodies, bottles with bubble bath foam, stands beside the basket filled with various toyz, plastic ducks in yellow, crocodiles in green and a large cyan coloured seal, for those who likes to play when taking a bath.

The overall impression is one of warmth and familiarity ... a place of hearth and goodwill ... a place that falls to hand ... with all the comfort of a leather cat ... broken in just right after years of careful training ...